Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 582 | Did he not love me? I remembered his eyes on me, before the hood had been thrown over my head in preparation for my service in the cruel game. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 579 | It had been truly nothing, no more than the serving of wine or the sewing of a garment. |
| 4 | 580 | I realized then what might, truly, be the import of being a slave girl. |
| 4 | 581 | Why had my master permitted it? Was I not his slave? Did I mean so little to him? He had taken my virginity; he had taken much pleasure in me; he had won me, forcing from me my total surrender as a slave girl to his power; then he had permitted his men to amuse themselves with me. |
| 4 | 582 | Did he not love me? I remembered his eyes on me, before the hood had been thrown over my head in preparation for my service in the cruel game. |
| 4 | 583 | I recalled his eyes. |
| 4 | 584 | In his eyes I had seen that I was nothing, only a meaningless slave to him. |
| 4 | 585 | I poured wine from the flask I bore into the cup, I holding it, of one of the men. |
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It had been truly nothing, no more than the serving of wine or the sewing of a garment.
I realized then what might, truly, be the import of being a slave girl.
Why had my master permitted it? Was I not his slave? Did I mean so little to him? He had taken my virginity; he had taken much pleasure in me; he had won me, forcing from me my total surrender as a slave girl to his power; then he had permitted his men to amuse themselves with me.
Did he not love me? I remembered his eyes on me, before the hood had been thrown over my head in preparation for my service in the cruel game.
I recalled his eyes.
In his eyes I had seen that I was nothing, only a meaningless slave to him.
I poured wine from the flask I bore into the cup, I holding it, of one of the men.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 4)